拋撒一把上去，又拋撒一把上去……
是誰在往上拋撒的呢
他竟然有那麼奇妙的神力
那一把把白色的細石子
經他往上一拋撒
就綻開成了一叢叢白色小花
一叢叢純潔，一叢叢美
生命呀，升騰吧
生命呀，激盪吧
那一把把白色的細石子
是一叢叢白色小花
一叢叢純潔，一叢叢美
持續不斷地綻放在空中
是誰往上拋撒的呢
他竟然有那麼奇妙的神力
拋撒一把上去，又拋撒一把上去……
The Fountain Hsu ChiCheng
Shooting a fit of white gravel-like fine cobble, and then another fit…
He who shoots it up
Should have such great magic power
Those white gravel-like fine cobble
Are turned into clusters of white flowers
Clusters of purity, clusters of beauty
After he has thrown it up
Rise up, oh, life
Surge up, oh, life
Those white gravel-like fine cobble
Are clusters of little flowers
Clusters of purity, clusters of beauty
Which blooming incessantly in the air
He who shoots it up
Should have such magic power
Shooting a fit of white gravel-like fine cobble, and then another fit…
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